I came up to Maum,
the new Dharma teacher,
snd babbled,
'It was harder
to come here
than to watch
my mother die...
Zen has been
so hard on me...
In and out
of mental hospitals...
It was harder
to come here
than to be with
my mother when she
was dying...'
Maum adjusted herself
and said,
'Yes...Zen is a hard practice'
I went on
babbling
until the priest
showed up.
Maum straightened up.
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